Enriquito Lucero Jr.

Haunted House - Poem by Enriquito Lucero Jr.

Creeping over an old
creeky floor,
Hearing voices
never heard before:

Of whispers in the
dead of the night,
Bringing chills
that sneak in fright.

As footsteps walk
with chains in clangor
In the wooden stairway,
down to the corridor.

A shriek I heard
from my daughter's room
I wish this night
it's not her doom.

I went inside
and saw her sleep
Her muffled snorr
of sounds so deep.

Then I saw in glance
a reflection in the mirror
My daughter sitting
beside the bed in horror.

She was smiling
with blood-shot eyes,
Staring at me as if
wishing I would die!

I looked again
as she sleep in bed,
She was snorring
so asleep, as I've said.

Yet four hours will tick
before the morrow,
Could we survive
and leave tommorow?

April 19,2006

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2009

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